A ballerina, a girt with completed fate. She's dancing to have rest, in heartbreaking melody.
She can't escape. She's part of a plastic mass.
Fairy tale, fairy tale, fairy tale is now. Fairy tale, fairy tale, hell on the Earth. Fairy tale, fairy tale, bad reality.
Ballerina, a pretty girl, who breaths dust. Here isn't time, her heart shouldn't be locked.
Empty, so empty…
It was a beautiful girl, HI iove with a tintin soldier.
But now she has a new box, it's coffin.
She can't escape. She's part of a plastic mass. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |